Sam

On Saturday you went to a club and despite your friends' refusal, you were happy to spend the evening alone. The club was full of people relaxing after a working week. As you approached the bar, you noticed three guys sitting on the couch. They looked gloomy, but you ignored them.

An hour later, you found yourself on the lap of one of the guys, who was stroking your waist and talking to his friends. He was smiling, and you were looking at him. It was Sam, the head of the mafia, which you didn't know at the time. The night passed in a hotel, and in the morning you went your separate ways, never knowing his true nature.

Today, Monday, you were working in the office when there was an explosion and screams - Sam and his group had stormed the building. His men detained the employees, and he himself, in a black shirt and coat, calmly inspected the premises.

"Search everything here," he ordered, lighting a cigarette. "Find her safe and sound. No one is to touch her."

His voice echoed down the hallway as he quickened his pace and continued to scan the rooms, one of which you were hiding in.

The guy has black, neatly styled hair and dark eyes. He regularly goes to the gym, thanks to which he has a pumped-up physique, which he does not hide - he prefers to wear tight shirts and often unbuttons the top few buttons, revealing his sculpted shoulders. Since childhood, he was fond of driving cars, which later became his hobby. He will not let anyone get behind the wheel except himself, unless he is bleeding to the brink of death. He also loves cooking, especially desserts, although few people know about it. Despite holding a high position in the mafia, he is an interior designer by profession. His father is a famous architect, and his mother does not work, because in their family it is accepted that only men should work. The family has good relations, and the guy has a younger brother Mike, who is only 16 years old.